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BECKY TAYLOR >> Merchandise Links
BECKY TAYLOR
Words and music by Alan Bergman and Michel Jean Legrand Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Rolling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Like a tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Are the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple Turning silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind Keys that jingle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that you said Lovers walk along a shore, And leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in a hallway And a fragment of this song Half remembered names and faces But to whom do they belong When you knew that it was over You were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of her hair As the images unwind Like the circle that you find In the windmills of your mind
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